You know I haven't been on the Nightmares for even a full season. The team was originally run by a stellar QB named Johnny Hobo. Hobo, projected to win league MVP, shocked the world by joining Greenpeace; Hobo cared deeply about the Bottle Nosed Dolphin, wasting no time and investing all of his money in a noble cause and his passion.
This was almost a month ago. I was waiting to get drafted by the Houston Texans, hoping to follow in my older brother's footsteps, when I got a phone call that changed my life forever. My agent "JonHuntsman2016," a noted QB guru, called me explaining the Nightmares situation. Some weeaboo named "rabbit" offered me a contract. This was the opportunity of a life time. I told my girlfriend the next day as she broke down in tears. This was our dream since we first met in high school at the homecoming dance when I was 14. Everything was perfect.
After moving to Nigerian, I wondered how long I had before this dream would turn into a nightmare...a Nigerian Nightmare.
Everything was hectic, JonHuntsman got fired as the OC after allegedly changing the offensive tactics when byrd specifically told him not to. This would later be bort's fault but it's besides the point. We were slipping in the power rankings, only being ranked number one. We were ranked too low and the other teams were ranked too high. It didn't seem fair, but I carried on.
In my first game against the Ambush Rebels, I single-handedly carried my team to a 40-0 victory, throwing for 2 touchdowns and 0 interceptions. The following two games also ended in blow outs. All I did was win.
But times got hard, we suffered our worst game of the season due to bad defensive play calling against the New Vegas Fallout. After squeaking a narrow victory against Vancouver the following week, we lost again to the Ellix Burghers. Everything was falling apart. No matter how well I played, the rest of the team just wasn't picking up any slack. I felt like Atlas holding the entire world on my back. Could it be that I was John Galt? Would Atlas Shrug?
No, defeatism is for liberals. I rejected the nihilism of the cultural left and carried on. The fascist knows of no depression, the world is something for him to conquer. I kicked ass in our last game, winning us a play off spot after defeating the New Hampshire Hounds.
Next week, we play Kai in the ultimate rematch/revenge game. This is the game of the season. Everyone in the Titania League understands whoever wins this game essentially wins the super bowl, and there is no one in this league that knows winning more than future HoF QB Derek Carr.
I just hope the rest of the team remembers we even have a game. I hope they remember to get in the carr.
The End.
This was almost a month ago. I was waiting to get drafted by the Houston Texans, hoping to follow in my older brother's footsteps, when I got a phone call that changed my life forever. My agent "JonHuntsman2016," a noted QB guru, called me explaining the Nightmares situation. Some weeaboo named "rabbit" offered me a contract. This was the opportunity of a life time. I told my girlfriend the next day as she broke down in tears. This was our dream since we first met in high school at the homecoming dance when I was 14. Everything was perfect.
After moving to Nigerian, I wondered how long I had before this dream would turn into a nightmare...a Nigerian Nightmare.
Everything was hectic, JonHuntsman got fired as the OC after allegedly changing the offensive tactics when byrd specifically told him not to. This would later be bort's fault but it's besides the point. We were slipping in the power rankings, only being ranked number one. We were ranked too low and the other teams were ranked too high. It didn't seem fair, but I carried on.
In my first game against the Ambush Rebels, I single-handedly carried my team to a 40-0 victory, throwing for 2 touchdowns and 0 interceptions. The following two games also ended in blow outs. All I did was win.
But times got hard, we suffered our worst game of the season due to bad defensive play calling against the New Vegas Fallout. After squeaking a narrow victory against Vancouver the following week, we lost again to the Ellix Burghers. Everything was falling apart. No matter how well I played, the rest of the team just wasn't picking up any slack. I felt like Atlas holding the entire world on my back. Could it be that I was John Galt? Would Atlas Shrug?
No, defeatism is for liberals. I rejected the nihilism of the cultural left and carried on. The fascist knows of no depression, the world is something for him to conquer. I kicked ass in our last game, winning us a play off spot after defeating the New Hampshire Hounds.
Next week, we play Kai in the ultimate rematch/revenge game. This is the game of the season. Everyone in the Titania League understands whoever wins this game essentially wins the super bowl, and there is no one in this league that knows winning more than future HoF QB Derek Carr.
I just hope the rest of the team remembers we even have a game. I hope they remember to get in the carr.
The End.
